Sacred Number 9, Tzeentch's Chosen Goes Online (Bonus Chapter)

The quantum resonance device hums as it receives signals from the other side of the Milky Way.

The holographic projection was constantly refreshed as data flooded in, eventually outlining Guilliman's figure.

"Your Regent," Qin Yun greeted the other party.

"Living Saint," Guilliman replied, "I'm sorry to have bothered you."

"There's no question of disturbing you." Qin Yun observed Guilliman's expression and asked, "Is something wrong?"

Guilliman nodded. "Indeed, there are some things that require your advice, Living Saint."

"A disease called 'Tear Plague' has appeared in star systems such as Drax, Talassar, and Parmenio..."

After Qin Yun left, Guilliman immediately launched an expedition.

With the help of the Pharos Beacon, the campaign progressed much faster than expected.

Loyalists in various regions fought back fiercely, causing the Chaos faction to suffer repeated defeats.

However, just as the Loyalists were winning victory after victory, a disease called 'Tear Plague' broke out.

The patient will experience uncontrollable tearing; the tears are thick, foul-smelling, and can quickly cover the entire face, causing severe redness and swelling.

The disease spread rapidly, but strangely, when Guilliman arrived in the affected areas, a 'miracle' occurred: the disease disappeared.

Wherever Guilliman goes, the 'Tear Plague' disappears, but wherever he leaves, the 'Tear Plague' returns.

"Is this Nurgle's masterpiece?" Qin Yun asked.

Guilliman nodded. "Yes, Grand Master Voldus advised me to give up and go to Terra first."

"Because the 'Tear Plague' is the work of the Plague God, whenever I arrive at a place, it will take away the 'blessing' and once I leave, it will spread it again."

"I had a fight with Voldus and witnessed Ultramar's suffering. I just couldn't get away from it, so I contacted you to hear your opinion."

Qin Yun said, "You care too much about your people. For a ruler, kindness is a fatal weakness. Enemies will take advantage of this to wear you down."

"Your father has no time to attend to the real world, and your brother is still missing. Guilliman, you are humanity's only hope, and the only one who can unite the Imperium of Man."

"You must learn how to fight against Chaos, and learn to hide your thoughts and plans like your father, the Emperor, so that they cannot guess your intentions."

"I finally understand why my father acted so strangely in the past," Guilliman said with a self-deprecating laugh. "Fighting Chaos is no easy task."

The Primarch did not understand many of the Emperor's past actions.

Ten thousand years later, when Guilliman reviewed the Emperor's various actions from the perspective of an afterlife, he realized just how terrifying his father's judgment and control over the overall situation were.

He challenged the gods with the wisdom of a mortal and intended to overthrow their thrones.

"If this were your father, how do you think he would handle this situation?" Qin Yun returned the question to Guilliman.

"He would not hesitate to abandon Ultramar, return to Terra, seize power, and then find a way to gather forces to fight the enemy again." Guilliman knew his father well.

"You know the answer, and you only communicated with me to confirm it," Qin Yun said. "Then I can tell you now: go to Terra, Your Regent. If you remain trapped in Macragge, you will be like a fly in a bottle, unable to stir up any waves."

"You must give up Ultramar and recognize your true identity. You are the ruler of the Imperium and the leader of humanity. Necessary sacrifices are indispensable."

"Moreover, the situation in Ultramar is not too bad. Before your return, your son Calgar has protected it very well. You just need to delegate power to him."

"I understand, I will go to Terra," Guilliman said. "Thank you for your guidance, Living Saint. For the sake of human civilization, necessary sacrifices must always be made."

"You don't need to worry too much. I'll find a way to take care of Ultramar and keep the God Chosen by Calgar's side. When he encounters an enemy or problem he can't solve, I'll help him."

Qin Yun made a promise to appease Guilliman.

This will give him peace of mind.

Qin Yun knew Guilliman's attitude towards Ultramar; this was his little kingdom.

During the Great Crusade, the other side took great care of the kingdom, striving to maintain stability and peace.

As soon as the promise was made, a smile appeared on Guilliman's sullen face.

This made Qin Yun wonder if this guy was deliberately saying these things to get a promise in return.

Before ending the call, Guilliman told Qin Yun something else.

The Archmagos Dominus Cawl is installing a small Beacon on the Macragge's Honour.

Once the project is successfully completed,

The Macragge's Honour and the Imperial Glory can now communicate instantly.

This surprised Qin Yun. He thought that, given the other party's personality, he would hesitate for a while and observe Sotha for a period of time before tentatively setting up the Beacon.

It is estimated that the 'Tear Plague' incident made the Primarch realize the importance of communication and choose to compromise.

Of course, only one was built on the Macragge's Honour.

For now, that's enough for Xi Ling to remotely assign tasks and distribute rewards to players.

Communication ended, projection turned off.

Qin Yun pondered the matter of the Guilliman pilgrimage.

As the only active and loyal Primarch, Guilliman is under the watchful eye of the gods.

Other traitorous Primarch are also secretly plotting various sinister schemes, intending to drag their brother into eternal hell.

There are many dangers along the way; Magnus, Fulgrim, and others may appear.

"Owner."

Xi Ling interrupted Qin Yun's thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Qin Yun asked the little angel.

"The list of the ninth batch of players has been released. Do you need to take a look?" Xi Ling asked.

"Let me take a look." Qin Yun suppressed his thoughts about the Pilgrimage Crusade and focused on his own tasks.

The projection screen appeared in front of Qin Yun.

A total of 18,000 game player IDs appeared in front of Qin Yun.

Qin Yun glanced at it, his gaze lingering on the ID of the 9999th player, and he frowned.

Guilliman is the Sun

"The Old Thirteen? He changed his name?"

"The ninth time he's been chosen, and such a sensitive number at that. Is the Emperor possessed by Tzeentch?"

"Or is he destined to be with Tzeentch?"

Xi Ling leaned over and asked.

"Is there a problem, Master?"

Qin Yun continued scrolling down, then shook his head. "No problem, let's leave it at that."

It's not that Qin Yun is carefree; if the Emperor is controlled by the Tzeentch, then whether or not he gives the Old Thirteen a game spot is meaningless.

If the Emperor was not controlled by the Tzeentch, then the matter of the Old Thirteen was purely coincidental.

It's possible that he might be involved with Tzeentch.

He was quite curious about this; what exactly was the relationship between the Old Thirteen and the Tzeentch?

Could it be Tzeentch's first choice of the Greater Daemon?

"Yes, Master, I will go and distribute the helmets immediately."

Xi Ling left and distributed game helmets to the selected players.

With the release of game slots, the Warhammer Online official website forums and chat groups were bustling with activity.

Chat group.

Guilliman is the Sun: "'Laughing. jpg' 'Smug. jpg' 'Arrogant. jpg' I won, I won, brothers, I finally won."

God-Chosen Alpaca: "What's wrong with the Old Thirteen?"

I Don't Want to be a Stinky Can: "You've become Fan Jin?"

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "He must have been so happy that he had phlegm rising up and his mind was clouded. He needs to find a godfather to slap him a few times."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Child, don't be afraid, your godfather is here."

Damo Guyan: "Count me in too."

Director Qi Wants Progress, said, "And me too."

Slaanesh's Ten-Times-A-Night Stud: "@Guilliman is the Sun, I never thought you had so many godfathers who care about you?"

Guilliman is the Sun: "Get lost! I got a beta test spot, what kind of Fan Jin is this?"

"I had given up hope, but who would have thought that things would take such a turn for the better and that I would see a glimmer of hope in the darkness?"

Subsequently, another photo was sent to the group, which was the Warhammer Online game helmet.

The Twisted Man with Twisted Hammer: "You didn't use Tzeentch's Luck-Transfer Method last time, did you?"

Dora is the Omnissiah: "Being chosen for the ninth time must mean he's a follower of Tzeentch."

The Big Bad Wolf with Red Hat: "You damned Tzeentch's Chosen, where is the Inquisition? Where is the Inquisition?"

"..."

Guilliman is the Sun: "You bunch of bastards, I am utterly loyal to the Emperor. As the saying goes, there can only be one sun in the sky, and in my heart there is only the Emperor."

Second Empire Warmaster: "Look at your ID before you say that."

Guilliman is the Sun: "Guilliman is the little sun in my heart."

"..."

The ninth batch of players logged in three days after the helmets were distributed.

The login point, as always, is the cathedral in Tyreen Hive City.

With nearly 20,000 players logging in simultaneously, the scene was quite spectacular.

Several high-ranking officials in Tyreen Hive City had to divert personnel to maintain order.

Veteran players like Dora and MC Mythology arrived early, ready for a new round of recruitment.

"There are so many new recruits this time; all I see are heads."

"Yes, I wonder if there are any SSR-level talents this time. I hope they can recruit more talents in science and engineering."

"We need pilots, pilots!"

"Anyone here has served in the navy? We need navy personnel."

"..."

Just then, a commotion arose in the crowd.

A player whose size was significantly larger than the others was helplessly groping his face with both hands.

Even though he was only at level one, that guy possessed a physique no less impressive Astartes', and perhaps even taller.

Astartes are normally only a little over two meters tall, but this guy is over three meters tall, only slightly shorter than the Guide.

There was an indescribable simplicity and wisdom in his eyes.

"Holy crap, how come there's an Ogryn?!"

Is he a hidden character?

"There are even hidden characters?"

What are the conditions?

"..."

Dora and MC Mythology exchanged a glance, then parted the crowd with the others and walked up to Ogryn.

"Are you the Old Thirteen?"

Ogryn touched his head and nodded.

Who are you?

"I'm Dora, damn it, Old Thirteen, you still say you're not Tzeentch 'Chosen?!"

"I am Ogryn, does that have to do with me being Tzeentch 'Chosen?"

Dora held out both hands. "Count how many fingers you have here. Once you've counted, I'll tell you where the problem is."

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, that's 10 in total. Now tell me."

P. S.: I've finally paid back the missed updates.